I've been sleeping in a cardboard box // Spending every dollar at the liquor shop
Characters: Jack (jackofallcards) and Bastet (Felinemystique)
Date/Time: Saturday Evening, February 20
Location: Bastet's house
Rating: At most PG13 for drinking and flirting
Summary: Defeating the whole purpose of squad cockblock, Bastet won Jack at the auction.
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Jack had made an effort. Not much of an effort, to be fair, but still it was something. He'd shaved his perpetual scruff, found a long-sleeved white shirt that was clean and not stained, and slacks that were relatively new and presentable. He'd even ditched his goofy glasses and worn parka in favor of a more stylish coat and tied his unruly hair back in a semi-neat ponytail--well semi-neat for about five minutes until the natural curls made it as wild as ever.
But that was about where the effort ended in regards to his appearance.
He'd made more of an effort with the gifts. Fine plum wine which he'd managed to win in a round of dice instead of having to pay for, and a small box of candies were fitting gifts for a lady. He debated trying to find flowers but the time of year and the thought of showing up at Bastet's door with such a gift discouraged him. He wasn't wooing the woman, and if he was he wouldn't do it with flowers. She was too interesting to insult like that.
So, box of candy in his pocket and wine tucked under an arm, Jack arrived at Bastet's house and knocked on the door, feeling cheerful and amused. He had a pack of cards with him, and he'd felt great ever since the 12th. It'd be fun to spend some time in good company that he could relax in. He felt he'd been far too reclusive lately.
Date/Time: Saturday Evening, February 20
Location: Bastet's house
Rating: At most PG13 for drinking and flirting
Summary: Defeating the whole purpose of squad cockblock, Bastet won Jack at the auction.
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Jack had made an effort. Not much of an effort, to be fair, but still it was something. He'd shaved his perpetual scruff, found a long-sleeved white shirt that was clean and not stained, and slacks that were relatively new and presentable. He'd even ditched his goofy glasses and worn parka in favor of a more stylish coat and tied his unruly hair back in a semi-neat ponytail--well semi-neat for about five minutes until the natural curls made it as wild as ever.
But that was about where the effort ended in regards to his appearance.
He'd made more of an effort with the gifts. Fine plum wine which he'd managed to win in a round of dice instead of having to pay for, and a small box of candies were fitting gifts for a lady. He debated trying to find flowers but the time of year and the thought of showing up at Bastet's door with such a gift discouraged him. He wasn't wooing the woman, and if he was he wouldn't do it with flowers. She was too interesting to insult like that.
So, box of candy in his pocket and wine tucked under an arm, Jack arrived at Bastet's house and knocked on the door, feeling cheerful and amused. He had a pack of cards with him, and he'd felt great ever since the 12th. It'd be fun to spend some time in good company that he could relax in. He felt he'd been far too reclusive lately.